Old lovers are
no different
they come together
quivering
and
fragile
in need of
reassurance.

They come in both
happiness
and pain,
their clothes dropped
like the delicate
gray feathers
of fledglings
nudged from the nest
in fear
and
longing

to fly

to be who they were
meant to be
slicing the sky open
to see the sun
and
all the stars
in one vision.